Author Note: This chapter finally gets a bit NC-17 rated! You've been warned!

Back at home, instead of going for her usual run, Mac settled into the kitchen with a glass of wine, waiting for Dick's return. Barely finishing her liquid courage, she didn't have to wait long as Dick strolled in through the patio doors, dressed casually in a t-shirt and board shorts. He looked startled to see her – she was usually out running at this time, but he smiled anyway. "Celebrating something, Macster?"

"No, but you will be soon enough."

"You and Veronica will finally fulfill my fantasies and film that lesbian sex tape all of Neptune has been waiting for?"

"No, you perv." She hesitated for a second, wondering why she felt like this conversion needed to be hard, "Actually I'm moving out. Casa de Dick can return to its usual state of wild parties, naked bimbos, and casual sex. You should be doing backflips."

That seemed to silence Dick, which was surprising because he almost always had a comeback. Mac looked up at him, but he was looking away out at the water, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Don't worry Dick. I won't let anyone in on the fact that you snore."

"Hah. Good one, Mackie." Dick hesitated for a few seconds. "I thought you were staying until Logan was coming back. Weren't you trying to save money until Veronica and Keith got MI back on its feet…"

"I've been doing free-lance work to make ends meet, but I don't really care about the money. I know I can always get by, and honestly, I don't want to get used to living like this…a girl could get spoiled. It's not real.." she hesitated again, "and I think it's time I got my own place."

"Uh, ok. When is moving day? A boy need to send out invitations for the Bon Voyage party, order the kegger and hookers."

"I've lined up a few places to see this weekend, maybe as early as next week."

Dick nodded and looked away again, then turned and headed for his room. Mac looked down at her wine glass, thought about grabbing the bottle to refill her glass. She had nervous knots in her belly, and she was feeling tense, almost like, oh, hell, no. She was not going to cry. She was not going to feel sorry for Dick and that sad face he gave her. Pushing aside her wine glass, she stood up and started to head for her room, maybe going for a walk or a run would shake off the feeling she had been having all day that she was making a mistake.

"Mac, wait. Don't go. I need to…I need to talk to you." She turned around towards the sound of Dick's voice, and watched as he walked towards her quickly.

"Dick, I.." She started to say but was stopped by his mouth descending on hers, his arms grabbing her shoulders. She hesitated for a second, knowing this was a bad idea, but for some reason all thought seemed to fly out of her head with his lips moving on hers. She sighed into his arms, and as if sensing her surrender, he pulled her tighter, but eased up on the kiss, giving her a chance to stop, to push him away, but she kept kissing him, grabbing his head with hands to pull his lips back.

That's all the encouragement he needed, wordlessly he laced his hand through hers, and dragged her to his bedroom, kissing her nose, her forehead, her cheeks as they stumbled down the hall.

In his room now, he hesitated. "Mac are you sure." She wrapped her arms around his waist, nodded her head and tilted her face up for another of those thought obliterating kisses. Quickly he pulled her over to his bed, lifting her shirt over her head, as she lay back on he elbows. He threw his own shirt off, knocking over something on his side-table, and she giggled at the sound. "No laughing. The Dickster is serious about what goes on his bedroom."

"Okay, Dick," she laughed, then gasped as he reached down to help her with her jeans, kissing her skin as he exposed her hips, then following a line down one leg, then the other. "God, Mackie, you're legs have been driving me crazy for weeks. Do you have any idea what it does to me when you wear those little running shorts?" His words were muffled as he kissed his way back up her calves and thighs, coming to her little white panties, he gently pulled them down her legs too, and came back up over her to kiss her as she grabbed his head, touching his cheek and running her hands through his hair.

Mac let out a little moan when he kissed his way down to her breasts, gently caressing one peak with his hand, his lips hovered over her nipple, his hot breath, then lips making her gasp as he licked and sucked on the hard point. "Do you like that Mackie? I want you to know, I'm a breast and a leg man." He mumbled as he moved his mouth over to her other nipple as she begin to quiver. Nipping, licking, and kissing his way back down her body, he came to her mound, and gently, he licked the seam, finding her hard little nub, he teased it gently with his tongue, just soft little butterfly licks at first. As he bent his head down and gently swirled his tongue over her clit, he reached up with his arms and begin massaging each of Mac's breasts. Her halted breath and wild moans, were driving him crazy, and he increased the speed of his tongue as he felt her losing control.

Mac moaned, and gasping his name, she pulled on his hair as her orgasm shook her body. "Dick do you have a condom? I want you inside me."

"They don't call me a boy scout for nothing." Dick reached into his bedside drawer to pull out a condom, and was getting ready to tear it open, when Mac reared up towards him, and pushed him back onto the bed. She curled up between his legs and lowered her head and took him into her mouth, gently at first, but with increasing speed and suction as she got into a steady rhythm.

"God, Mac , you're amazing." Dick gasped. "But if you don't stop, this night will be over soon." Mac looked up at him and smiled, climbing up his body, kissing his neck and his lips as she moved aside to let him get the condom on. As he lowered her onto her back, she spread and crooked her legs and he settled between them. Using her hands, she helped guide him into her, gasping as he pushed in to the hilt.

Mac had never felt so filled before and as he began pulling out and pushing back in, they first found a slow pace, getting accustomed to each other's bodies, but as she started to feel her next orgasm building she wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust, and they sped up, both nearing completion. Mac grabbed on to Dick's head again, reaching her mouth up for a kiss, and as he kissed her back, his tongue tangling with hers, she went over the edge, moaning his name again. Dick followed quickly with a groan, and collapsed, boneless on top of her.

At that moment, each had the same panicked thought running through their heads, "what the fuck did we just do?"